[Ongoing] Dréd-Son - Chapter 36: The time is now, the place is here
Title: Dréd-Son - Chapter 36: The time is now, the place is here
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates
Pairings/Characters: Kis-My-Ft2 (8 People) - in this chapter: Tamamori, Miyata, Yokoo, cameos by others
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fighting, dark themes...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A. The AU is mine though as well as aymagun's.
A/N: New month, new chapter! Happy reading!
Summary: It's called the 'gift' or 'soul' by most. A strange, mysterious force only few possess on the planet that is half ocean and half desert. The people on the planet have lived in harmony with each other and their environment for centuries but something yet unknown is threatening to throw everything into chaos.
[Recap from Chapter 32]
Tamamori ducked, “They’re coming! So get ready!”
“Miyata, go and keep yourself save. You have to maintain this for as long as possible,” Iida reminded the other. “I’ll support you here and we’ll keep someone here to protect us just in case. The rest of you go and fight with Tamamori!”
Willing his soul to come to live, Tamamori jumped out from behind his cover and the rest followed after him and they threw their attacks at the first guards who’d come their way.
Yokoo went straight for the crystal on one of them. “Go for a crystal on their bodies. That’s what makes them move. If you destroy that, they’ll return to what they were before. Corpses.” Two more collapsed lifelessly next to him. “But be careful. If the crystal starts glowing that means it’s about to ‘explode’ and that means a blast is about to come your way. Avoid getting hit at all costs!”
“Will do!” Tamamori shouted back and did as he had been told. It was hard to pay attention to every single of the attackers because now some of the slaves were getting into the fray as well.
Just when he had managed to get rid of one enemy, the falling body revealed a glowing crystal of another zombie. Tamamori could only look at it as the blast went off and came straight at him.
[/End]
Tamamori watched as the blast from the crystal missed him narrowly and went straight through the transparent form of the person next to him.
Yokoo sighed, “This would have hurt if I my body had been here.”
“Yokoo,” Tamamori looked thankful.
“Focus, Yuta,” Yokoo reprimanded the other. “We need to finish this before Miyata reaches his limit. He can’t keep this up forever.” His form was already starting to flicker. His eyes rested on the large crystal inside the cave they were fighting in. “It might be that being close to that thing isn’t doing any of us any good.”
“I understand,” Tamamori nodded and with renewed vigor, threw himself at his opponents. Unlike Kitayama or Fujigaya, Tamamori was more or a close-range fighter as well. He faced his opponents head-on and hands-on. While Kitayama’s mind-controlled and at-will available soul power came to the other so easily, it still took Tamamori a lot of focus and concentration.
It got better over the years, years of training but he would still be in the fight with all of his mind and focus solely on the matter at hand.
Their number of opponents started to decrease but so did the number of their friends. When he looked over, he saw that Miyata - guarded by two of the snowmen guard - started to look strained and tired. Tamamori balled his fist. They had to end this soon. He had to end this soon - needed to end this soon. His limit wasn’t too far off either.
Suddenly the crystal in their midst started to pulsate - like a heartbeat. It made the ground underneath their feet tremble ever so slightly but it was getting stronger with each ‘beat’.
“What is happening?” Tamamori turned to look at Yokoo again, fight momentarily paused.
“Good question,” Yokoo muttered unhappily, “I don’t know.”
“The worst thing that could happen is that it blows up on us,” Miyata laughed nervously.
Tamamori turned to huff at the other, “Could you maybe be a little bit more negative?” Although he had to admit that this had been his thought about the worst-case-scenario as well. “Shit,” he cursed softly and looked around.
Then he turned back to Miyata, “Cover for me? I’m going to end this.”
Miyata gave him a nod, beads of sweat rolling from his forehead as he tried to focus his powers again. The remaining people stopped flickering again and gathered around Tamamori to protect him while he was focusing.
Closing his eyes, Tamamori gathered all the energy he could muster. His manifested soul weapon disappeared as the energy withdrew into his center again. Fighting close range here was not going to get them out fast enough. So he had to change strategies. Both Master Takizawa and later Kitayama had encouraged him, again and again, had said that he could do things if he wanted to, if he really tried. Miyata had always encouraged him as well, cheered him on and been the one to support him.
While Nikaido and Senga had been quick to adapt to their soul abilities and quick to learn from their Masters and later from Yokoo and Fujigaya respectively, both Tamamori and Miyata had been struggling to keep up at first.
Tamamori remembered many nights in Miyata’s room at the ghayi - or back then a shared room - where the other had held him and told him that things were okay and that Master Ma’yaa had said that everyone learned at a different speed. The other’s words had carried a lot more weight because Tamamori knew that the other understood perfectly well how it felt. Of course other people were giving him words of encouragement as well but it wasn’t the same. He would never admit it but Miyata’s support had been and still was now, the most important thing to him, even more than the training and everything. Without it, Tamamori didn’t think he would have gotten to where he was now.
His feelings seemed to bleed into his soul energy and he felt how it molded itself into what he had wanted it to. ‘The time is now, the place is here’ he remembered one of the scholars at the Ghayi saying. And it couldn’t hold any more truth than right now.
Suddenly, he felt another source of energy linking itself to him. He tried to make out the origin and was more than surprised when it turned out the be the crystals on their enemies. When he concentrated on that energy, he found what he had been missing before. The lifeforce. It had been trapped inside the crystals! That’s why none of them had been able to feel their enemy before and why whoever he had sensed back at the market hadn’t possessed one.
He could hear voices calling out to him. It felt like the times when he communicated with the voice of life of the things around him. Maybe that’s why he was able to connect to the energy now. ‘Don’t worry. I will free you so you will be at peace’ he promised quietly. ‘So please lend me your power, give me your strength’ he felt them oblige and he gasped softly at the sudden wave of energy that rolled over him.
Opening his eyes, Tamamori released his soul energy. It flared up in its usual yellow at first but then turned a dazzling gold - not unlike the color of the temple he and Miyata had visited not too long ago.
The gold shone brightly and it started to blind him a little bit, so he heard more than saw, how the crystals burst around him. But instead of exploding like they had done before, they just shattered into dust and the souls broke free from the inside and vanished, to wherever souls go after life and death.
One after another, their enemies dropped to the ground. Tamamori slumped down to one knee but tried to keep the energy flow going. It was harder than he had expected though because for some reason, some of his energy seemed to be sucked away from him.
It was still there, the pulsating the dull beating and rumbling.
Tamamori was on his knees and watched as the transparent forms of his friends and comrades vanished from around him until only Miyata was left. The other was making his way towards him, lightsource in hand but it was starting to dim. Even the light-source’s energy seemed to get sucked away by something, no, by the crystal. It was all that damn crystal.
He looked at it. It wasn’t glowing in the sick green they had seen it glow in before. It felt different, too but Tamamori couldn’t really say how or why.
They had to get out but apparently they had overdone it. Or at least he had. His legs weren’t moving and his body felt heavy. He knew he had to get moving, though. They had to get moving. And he couldn’t just let Miyata drag or carry him out. The other had to be at the brink of exhaustion as well.
“Tama,” Miyata was almost there. Tamamori managed to lift his head up to look at the other but suddenly his eyes caught movement somewhere behind Miyata. Had he failed? Had he not managed to defeat all of their enemies after all?
“Miyata, behind-” the rest of his warning got caught in his throat as the earth shook underneath them again. Tamamori fell sideways and hit the ground, hard. He let out a soft sound of pain but he bit it back. He had to focus again. Focus!
His eyes found Miyata. The other was almost within reach! Why wasn’t his body moving? The shadow behind the other didn’t seem to be stopping in its tracks, moving smoothly despite the tremors as if floating above the ground instead of walking on it.
Tamamori felt the world around himself starting to go dark. He was trying to cling to consciousness desperately but found that he couldn’t, it was slipping away from his grasp.
His body seemed to move in slow-motion only when he tried to do something, get his limbs to cooperate again. One of his hands reached out, tried to reach Miyata as if touching the other would save him somehow. Save him from that approaching shadow.
Miyata, too, was reaching out for him, having fallen as well but he was dragging himself towards Tamamori still, moving forward at whatever cost.
Almost there, almost-
“No...!” he whispered soundlessly as his fingers missed the others and Tamamori’s mind was dragged into complete darkness as the shadow swept over both of them.
To be continued...
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates
Pairings/Characters: Kis-My-Ft2 (8 People) - in this chapter: Tamamori, Miyata, Yokoo, cameos by others
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fighting, dark themes...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A. The AU is mine though as well as aymagun's.
A/N: New month, new chapter! Happy reading!
Summary: It's called the 'gift' or 'soul' by most. A strange, mysterious force only few possess on the planet that is half ocean and half desert. The people on the planet have lived in harmony with each other and their environment for centuries but something yet unknown is threatening to throw everything into chaos.
[Recap from Chapter 32]
Tamamori ducked, “They’re coming! So get ready!”
“Miyata, go and keep yourself save. You have to maintain this for as long as possible,” Iida reminded the other. “I’ll support you here and we’ll keep someone here to protect us just in case. The rest of you go and fight with Tamamori!”
Willing his soul to come to live, Tamamori jumped out from behind his cover and the rest followed after him and they threw their attacks at the first guards who’d come their way.
Yokoo went straight for the crystal on one of them. “Go for a crystal on their bodies. That’s what makes them move. If you destroy that, they’ll return to what they were before. Corpses.” Two more collapsed lifelessly next to him. “But be careful. If the crystal starts glowing that means it’s about to ‘explode’ and that means a blast is about to come your way. Avoid getting hit at all costs!”
“Will do!” Tamamori shouted back and did as he had been told. It was hard to pay attention to every single of the attackers because now some of the slaves were getting into the fray as well.
Just when he had managed to get rid of one enemy, the falling body revealed a glowing crystal of another zombie. Tamamori could only look at it as the blast went off and came straight at him.
[/End]
Tamamori watched as the blast from the crystal missed him narrowly and went straight through the transparent form of the person next to him.
Yokoo sighed, “This would have hurt if I my body had been here.”
“Yokoo,” Tamamori looked thankful.
“Focus, Yuta,” Yokoo reprimanded the other. “We need to finish this before Miyata reaches his limit. He can’t keep this up forever.” His form was already starting to flicker. His eyes rested on the large crystal inside the cave they were fighting in. “It might be that being close to that thing isn’t doing any of us any good.”
“I understand,” Tamamori nodded and with renewed vigor, threw himself at his opponents. Unlike Kitayama or Fujigaya, Tamamori was more or a close-range fighter as well. He faced his opponents head-on and hands-on. While Kitayama’s mind-controlled and at-will available soul power came to the other so easily, it still took Tamamori a lot of focus and concentration.
It got better over the years, years of training but he would still be in the fight with all of his mind and focus solely on the matter at hand.
Their number of opponents started to decrease but so did the number of their friends. When he looked over, he saw that Miyata - guarded by two of the snowmen guard - started to look strained and tired. Tamamori balled his fist. They had to end this soon. He had to end this soon - needed to end this soon. His limit wasn’t too far off either.
Suddenly the crystal in their midst started to pulsate - like a heartbeat. It made the ground underneath their feet tremble ever so slightly but it was getting stronger with each ‘beat’.
“What is happening?” Tamamori turned to look at Yokoo again, fight momentarily paused.
“Good question,” Yokoo muttered unhappily, “I don’t know.”
“The worst thing that could happen is that it blows up on us,” Miyata laughed nervously.
Tamamori turned to huff at the other, “Could you maybe be a little bit more negative?” Although he had to admit that this had been his thought about the worst-case-scenario as well. “Shit,” he cursed softly and looked around.
Then he turned back to Miyata, “Cover for me? I’m going to end this.”
Miyata gave him a nod, beads of sweat rolling from his forehead as he tried to focus his powers again. The remaining people stopped flickering again and gathered around Tamamori to protect him while he was focusing.
Closing his eyes, Tamamori gathered all the energy he could muster. His manifested soul weapon disappeared as the energy withdrew into his center again. Fighting close range here was not going to get them out fast enough. So he had to change strategies. Both Master Takizawa and later Kitayama had encouraged him, again and again, had said that he could do things if he wanted to, if he really tried. Miyata had always encouraged him as well, cheered him on and been the one to support him.
While Nikaido and Senga had been quick to adapt to their soul abilities and quick to learn from their Masters and later from Yokoo and Fujigaya respectively, both Tamamori and Miyata had been struggling to keep up at first.
Tamamori remembered many nights in Miyata’s room at the ghayi - or back then a shared room - where the other had held him and told him that things were okay and that Master Ma’yaa had said that everyone learned at a different speed. The other’s words had carried a lot more weight because Tamamori knew that the other understood perfectly well how it felt. Of course other people were giving him words of encouragement as well but it wasn’t the same. He would never admit it but Miyata’s support had been and still was now, the most important thing to him, even more than the training and everything. Without it, Tamamori didn’t think he would have gotten to where he was now.
His feelings seemed to bleed into his soul energy and he felt how it molded itself into what he had wanted it to. ‘The time is now, the place is here’ he remembered one of the scholars at the Ghayi saying. And it couldn’t hold any more truth than right now.
Suddenly, he felt another source of energy linking itself to him. He tried to make out the origin and was more than surprised when it turned out the be the crystals on their enemies. When he concentrated on that energy, he found what he had been missing before. The lifeforce. It had been trapped inside the crystals! That’s why none of them had been able to feel their enemy before and why whoever he had sensed back at the market hadn’t possessed one.
He could hear voices calling out to him. It felt like the times when he communicated with the voice of life of the things around him. Maybe that’s why he was able to connect to the energy now. ‘Don’t worry. I will free you so you will be at peace’ he promised quietly. ‘So please lend me your power, give me your strength’ he felt them oblige and he gasped softly at the sudden wave of energy that rolled over him.
Opening his eyes, Tamamori released his soul energy. It flared up in its usual yellow at first but then turned a dazzling gold - not unlike the color of the temple he and Miyata had visited not too long ago.
The gold shone brightly and it started to blind him a little bit, so he heard more than saw, how the crystals burst around him. But instead of exploding like they had done before, they just shattered into dust and the souls broke free from the inside and vanished, to wherever souls go after life and death.
One after another, their enemies dropped to the ground. Tamamori slumped down to one knee but tried to keep the energy flow going. It was harder than he had expected though because for some reason, some of his energy seemed to be sucked away from him.
It was still there, the pulsating the dull beating and rumbling.
Tamamori was on his knees and watched as the transparent forms of his friends and comrades vanished from around him until only Miyata was left. The other was making his way towards him, lightsource in hand but it was starting to dim. Even the light-source’s energy seemed to get sucked away by something, no, by the crystal. It was all that damn crystal.
He looked at it. It wasn’t glowing in the sick green they had seen it glow in before. It felt different, too but Tamamori couldn’t really say how or why.
They had to get out but apparently they had overdone it. Or at least he had. His legs weren’t moving and his body felt heavy. He knew he had to get moving, though. They had to get moving. And he couldn’t just let Miyata drag or carry him out. The other had to be at the brink of exhaustion as well.
“Tama,” Miyata was almost there. Tamamori managed to lift his head up to look at the other but suddenly his eyes caught movement somewhere behind Miyata. Had he failed? Had he not managed to defeat all of their enemies after all?
“Miyata, behind-” the rest of his warning got caught in his throat as the earth shook underneath them again. Tamamori fell sideways and hit the ground, hard. He let out a soft sound of pain but he bit it back. He had to focus again. Focus!
His eyes found Miyata. The other was almost within reach! Why wasn’t his body moving? The shadow behind the other didn’t seem to be stopping in its tracks, moving smoothly despite the tremors as if floating above the ground instead of walking on it.
Tamamori felt the world around himself starting to go dark. He was trying to cling to consciousness desperately but found that he couldn’t, it was slipping away from his grasp.
His body seemed to move in slow-motion only when he tried to do something, get his limbs to cooperate again. One of his hands reached out, tried to reach Miyata as if touching the other would save him somehow. Save him from that approaching shadow.
Miyata, too, was reaching out for him, having fallen as well but he was dragging himself towards Tamamori still, moving forward at whatever cost.
Almost there, almost-
“No...!” he whispered soundlessly as his fingers missed the others and Tamamori’s mind was dragged into complete darkness as the shadow swept over both of them.
To be continued...